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------------Near the Silvergrass field---------------
Sculptor: so that homeless looking guy is the ninja of the divine child, doesnt look like much
Emma:pot calling kettle black, but yes that is the guy, dont know why lord isshin was so insistant to free him
Sculptor:something about seeing if he learned Owl's swordsmanship given that he clearly didnt learn how to dress stylish
Emma:well seeing as genichiro is currently beating his ass, he didnt learn either and seriosly Owl stylish?
Sculptor:Yeah the guy looked at a mirror so much that we almost called him peacock, and no fucking way is his precious student losing
Emma:also he just lost his arm, god how bad do you have to be to lose to genichiro "cant train now because im styling my hair" ashina
Sculptor: HAHAHAHAH NO FUCKING WAY, LIKE HOW SHIT IS THE BASTARD TRAINING TO HAVE HIS ONLY SON LOSE SO BAD, Im getting drunk to celebrate this
Emma:hey dont run away, help me pick up the bastard aand he is gone.
Emma:of course let the only doctor carry the almost corpse, not like i have to treat 20 persons after this